The defeated CGs are different from others

Every time, it was because of those damn demonic cultivators.

If she remained unknown, her ending was to be treated as a disposable pawn and sacrificed casually.

If she gained even a little fame, she would be considered a potential threat by the undercover spies within Qingyun Sword Sect and eliminated in advance.

So… it was a dead end, wasn’t it?

Cao Xueyan closed her eyes again, appearing to be cultivating, but in truth she was considering countermeasures.

She had no way to control the course of the simulations.

Each time she started one, the general direction hardly changed.

Rather than a simulation, it was more like a glimpse of her own future.

In her previous life there was a famous theory called the butterfly effect, but that was an exaggeration.

An individual’s influence on the whole world, even on an era, was minuscule.

But this place…

This was the cultivation world, where cultivators existed.

A powerful cultivator could create miracles with sheer might, shift stars, move mountains, fill seas—nothing was impossible!

Only by strengthening herself could she truly change the ending of the simulations.

Qi Refining cultivators were far too low in status.

They were the lowest rung of the cultivation world.

Not to mention the Golden Core experts—even in the eyes of Foundation Establishment cultivators, Qi Refining was no different from mortals.

Even with Xiao Menglan as her backing, Cao Xueyan’s voice carried little weight.

In the simulations she could not even participate in many key events, let alone influence them.

This caused her to miss important matters, such as why Qin Ximo, the mighty sect master, had vanished.

After all, simulations were extrapolated from her present self.

If, in reality, she managed to establish a connection with Qin Ximo—not necessarily anything like with Xiao Menglan, but at least to the point of conversation—wouldn’t she then gain some clues about Qin Ximo’s whereabouts in future simulations?

But Qin Ximo was the sect master of Qingyun Sword Sect.

How could a mere disciple hope to see her?

Even as Xiao Menglan’s disciple, it was impossible.

There were countless unspoken rules in the cultivation world, the most important being the order of status.

The only way was to display extraordinary talent.

If her talent was great enough to draw Qin Ximo’s attention, then things would become much easier.

Yes—that was the only way.

To prevent the sect’s destruction twenty years later, Cao Xueyan had no choice but to take the risk.

Even if it brought suspicion, she had to do it.

She had to make others believe she was a genius—one in ten thousand!

Just a late bloomer, that was all.

Besides, she still had Xiao Menglan to rely on.

In the simulations, even at forty, she had only reached Qi Refining Nine, never breaking through Foundation Establishment.

That showed how mediocre her talent appeared.

In reality, as one aged, the innate qi in the body slowly dissipated.

By fifty, it was entirely gone.

The less innate qi remained, the harder it became to build a foundation.

Even if someone succeeded after fifty, the quality of their foundation would be poor, far inferior to others.

Cao Xueyan bit her lip hard.

Soon, she would be twenty-one.

At that age, she should be able to attempt Foundation Establishment.

She still had nine simulation chances left.

The cultivation points gained would be enough to push her to Qi Refining Nine.

After that, she would need more points to reach Foundation Establishment.

The key was to squeeze more simulation chances from Xiao Menglan—at least ten more.

That meant… she would have to submit to that woman at least ten more times.

Not that she was unwilling.

Her cheeks flushed faintly.

She no longer resisted Xiao Menglan’s advances as much as before.

She was simply worried whether her body could endure it.

Golden Core cultivators were as fierce as tigers.

Every time, Cao Xueyan had to beg pitifully before her master reluctantly stopped.

It had only been a few days, yet she already needed nourishing tonics.

What would happen after some time passed?

Ahhh, forget it!

No more words.

She could only let her body suffer!

A flicker of determination passed through her eyes, and she started another simulation.

The process went quickly.

She skimmed through, only focusing on the endings.

【At age 38, while in seclusion preparing to break through to Foundation Establishment, a man in Qingyun sect robes pierced your chest with a sword. He was in fact a demonic spy. You died.】

【Evaluation: Your achievements in cultivation and talismans were noteworthy, but they drew disaster upon you. Had you chosen to “give up,” you might have lived two years longer. Wouldn’t you agree?】

【Reward: Cultivation points +100.】

…

【At age 41, demonic cultivators broke through Qingyun Sword Sect’s mountain gate. Qin Ximo was missing.

Without the sect master’s leadership, morale crumbled.

The sect’s Golden Core experts all perished.

The remaining disciples were slaughtered, their bones and souls refined in cruel ways.

Your fate was worse.

As Xiao Menglan’s personal disciple, the demonic cultivators, seeking to humiliate her, cut off your limbs and refined you into a furnace cauldron.

For the rest of your life, you endured inhuman torment.

In the end, drained into a dried corpse, you died in numb despair.】

【Evaluation: You really “gave up.” You died later, but in misery. Xiao Menglan could not save you, and as a mere Qi Refining cultivator, you could not even flee. Your very identity became the source of endless suffering.】

【Reward: Cultivation points +150.】

Why was this one giving so much?

Damn, no way!

Even being turned into a furnace cauldron counted as an “experience”?

Cao Xueyan was speechless.

So those demonic cultivators who drained her dry—were they all demonic women?

What kind of innate constitution was this—some cursed “female cauldron holy body”?

Even her “bad ending CGs” were different from others.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Still, more cultivation points was fine.

The simulation didn’t matter.

Even so, she felt a lingering discomfort.

As if that simulated experience had really happened, countless greedy hands groping her body.

Too terrifying!

She had to keep simulating!

One day, she would become a true immortal.

And when that day came, every last one of those wicked demonic cultivators would die!

Xiao Menglan, watching from the side, grew more and more uneasy.

Her disciple suddenly looked like she had been injected with chicken blood.

Cultivation could not be rushed.

It had to be natural.

Otherwise, she might fall into deviation.

Her eyes filled with concern.

In this state, Cao Xueyan’s risk of deviation was very high.

But when Xiao Menglan used her divine sense to observe, Cao Xueyan’s spiritual power was calm and steady, flowing in proper order.

No problem at all.

This was strange.

It made no sense.

Touching her smooth chin thoughtfully, Xiao Menglan mused—her disciple’s constitution was truly unique.

This was a treasure she had picked up.